My mind immediately became confused again. Peixin is a very lively girl. Her tone is so strange now, which proves that something must have happened. All kinds of troubles have been squeezed together.
"Peixin, what's wrong with you? What's going on?" I asked hurriedly, but she might have been emotionally affected in some way. She seemed to be frightened by something, or her spirit was hit. When I asked her,
After that, she began to cry and was speechless intermittently.
"Don't cry, don't cry." I lowered my voice and turned around to look through the glass again. Wu Shengli was feeling a little better. He sat alone on the sofa and lowered his head to think about something. I quickly said to Pei Xin: "What on earth is there?"
What's up?"
"Uncle...Uncle is lying on the ground..." Peixin was really frightened, and there was a kind of panic in his cry: "The ground is... full of blood..."
I didn't know what to say. I felt like my head was buzzing and I was starting to feel dizzy. I hurriedly said "Wait" to Peixin, then turned around and ran back to the house. Wu Shengli was still sitting there, but I couldn't care so much about my teacher.
Chen Kegui, I have deep feelings for you.
"What are you going to do?" Wu Shengli didn't hear the content of the call. When he saw me going out, he wanted to stop me.
"Something happened to Mr. Chen!" I felt it was inappropriate to let Wu Shengli stay at home, but I couldn't drive him away. I hesitated for half a second and rushed out without looking back.
I rushed to Mrs. Chen's house as quickly as possible. Peixin was frightened and did not dare to enter the house. She huddled in the corner next to the door and cried all the time. When she saw me appearing, she immediately threw herself into my arms.
inside.
Mr. Chen's room was very clean. I didn't see him for the time being, but I could smell a very light smell of blood in the clean room. Under Pei Xin's guidance, I slowly walked to Mr. Chen's room.
In front of the study room, through the half-open door, I felt that my scalp began to feel tight again.
Mr. Chen was lying on the floor of the study room. I didn't know what kind of trauma he had suffered. Blood was flowing all over the floor. I looked at Peixin who was hiding behind me. In such a situation, the first thing to do is
She called the police, not notified me. But she was just a little girl, didn't have many ideas, and was scared to death.
However, when I saw Mr. Chen, I temporarily gave up the idea of calling the police, because a series of things connected together made me feel that there must be something hidden behind Mr. Chen’s death. Especially when I thought of the bird that happened not long ago.
Beak tripod, I feel even more uneasy.
I have to look here before anyone else, even the police.
I asked Peixin to stay outside, and then walked in slowly against the wall. After Mr. Chen retired, he usually stayed at home. Apart from eating and sleeping, he basically did some of his own things in the study. I walked to the other side of the study.
At one end, there is some information on the table. The computer is on, but the screen is in standby mode.
"Bring me the gloves." I shouted to Peixin. She didn't know what I wanted to do, but she didn't have any idea, so she hurriedly ran to find gloves for me.
I put on my gloves and slowly looked through the things on the table. The information was professional, but there was nothing noteworthy about it. I have been with Mr. Chen for seven or eight years, and I know him relatively well. Mr. Chen is that kind of person.
A cautious and thoughtful person. I don't know why, but I always feel that his death must be related to the bird's beak tripod.
I didn't dare to rummage around unscrupulously. If something like this happened, I would definitely call the police. There was nothing special in the desk, bookshelf, or some drawers.
"Nothing?" I turned around to look at Peixin, and she was looking at me in confusion and confusion.
I was going to give up, because it was impossible to look through everything at will like the police. If I looked through it too carefully, it would probably arouse suspicion after calling the police. When I slowly left the table and wanted to walk out of the study, my eyes accidentally saw
The screen that lights up after the mouse is touched.
The background of the computer screen is a picture of Fuchun Mountain Residence. If I saw this standby picture in normal times, I might not think much about it, but it is different now. The environment forces me to think more carefully.
Mr. Chen is a person who does not change his habits easily. No matter big things or some details in life, once a habit is formed, it will be maintained. I remember that Mr. Chen’s computer standby pattern was Zheng Banqiao’s orchid from beginning to end.
Bamboo Tu, at least that's what it looked like last time I came to his place.
The change from the orchid and bamboo picture to the Fuchun Mountain Dwelling picture shows that the computer standby screen has not been changed for a long time, and it may even have been replaced not long ago.
From this, I thought of a lot more. I am usually responsible for the preliminary cleaning of metal objects and the work of a restoration assistant, and I don’t have much contact with calligraphy and painting cultural relics. About five or six months ago, a friend of Mr. Chen got a painting
The fake of Fuchun Mountain Residence, that fake has a very high degree of imitation, and the fake was probably copied in the early Ming Dynasty, so the age gap between the fake and the original is not very big. If you are not a very professional person, you may not be able to tell the difference. At that time,
Mr. Chen taught me how to appreciate this fake. To be honest, I really couldn’t see anything wrong with the fake.
Mr. Chen laughed at that time, and then said to me: "Take a closer look, the flaw is in it."
The flaw is inside.
I don’t know what Mr. Chen’s special purpose was for changing the standby screen, but when things developed to this point, I couldn’t help but think about the complexity. I started to look at the standby screen carefully, because I already felt that it was wrong, so I
Within a short period of time, I discovered something fishy.
Needless to say, before this standby picture was replaced, the original picture went through some processing. The processing is specifically reflected in the inscription and inscription. I was brought out by Mr. Chen, so I have an impression of things he is familiar with. To put it simply,
The signature has been changed, which is a very common substitution method in classical basic cryptography. If ordinary people don't understand cryptography, they may be confused. However, as long as they have been exposed to it, they will feel that this thing is not as complicated as imagined.
When I saw the flaw in the standby picture, I immediately understood that Mr. Chen had left some information.
According to the tips he left, I found a folder in the D drive of my computer. The folder was created at 8:15 that night, about four and a half hours ago. There was only one document in the folder.
After opening it, I saw a passage.
"There is something on the bookshelf, "Collection of Pictures and Texts of the Four Monk Schools of Painting", take it away. Leave here, leave immediately, no one can protect you, it is coming, the most important thing is, don't get angry..."
There are only so many words in the document, and it may not be finished. I don’t know what forced Mr. Chen to give up leaving a message, but that’s all I can see. When I saw this paragraph, I felt suspicious.
Cong Sheng, that premonition became stronger. At least, Mr. Chen did not die of natural causes. What does his death mean?
More importantly, if this passage is really meant for me to read, it means that his warning is also for me. He asked me to leave immediately because it is coming? A passage that puzzles me very much,
What is it? Mr. Chen's words are obviously not finished, so don't be angry? What does he want to convey to me?
Looking at this unfinished sentence, I quickly felt that the scene at that time appeared in my mind. Before Mr. Chen died, he must have had a certain premonition, or there were some signs that alerted him when something happened.
That's why he temporarily left this sentence, but before he could finish it, he had no choice but to close the document in a hurry.
"Should we...should call the police..."
While I was deep in thought, Pei Xin stood outside the study door and asked timidly. This sentence pulled me out of my thoughts. Now was indeed not the time to think about it. I deleted the document, then closed the computer and ran to the bookshelf.
Over there, I found the book "Collection of Pictures and Texts of the Four Monk Schools of Painting". When I got the book, I could immediately feel that there was something in it.
When I saw the thing in the book, I felt something familiar, and as soon as I identified it, I confirmed it. It was a dark brown hard object the size of a copper coin. I recognized this thing. It was from the beak of a bird.
The scabs cleaned up inside the cauldron were originally useless and would be disposed of after repair. But at that time, I was frightened by Mr. Chen’s words and honestly handed over all the scabs cleaned up.
For him, this piece may have been left behind by himself.
Things were already very strange. I was worried about things here, and at the same time I was worried about Wu Shengli who stayed at my house. I didn’t have much time to think about it, so I put away the scab and quickly exited the study. Peixin
She was totally out of ideas, so I told her to call the police.
I didn't leave for the time being. After the police arrived, Peixin and I were taken to another place for questioning alone. Regarding the documents in the computer and the scabs in the book, I concealed them. Other details were kept by
Pei Xin explained clearly.
"What should I do?" When the questioning came to an end, Peixin looked at me with tears in his eyes. I was immediately in trouble. Wu Shengli was at home and I couldn't take Peixin back.
"Do you think you can spend the night at a classmate or friend's house first? I'll take care of some things and will go find you tomorrow."
Peixin cried at that time. She was a bit clingy to begin with, and she might be more fragile psychologically when encountering such a change. I cursed Wu Shengli secretly in my heart, comforted her a few words, and then hurried home, trying to save Wu Shengli first.
Victory is sent away.
When I ran home anxiously, Wu Shengli was still lying on the sofa like a zombie. I frowned, but before I could speak, he said, "Something happened to Chen Kegui? Is he dead?"
I was even more dissatisfied because I could see that Wu Shengli had no respect for Mr. Chen, and when he talked about his death, he seemed to be talking about it very carelessly.
"Hehehehe..." Wu Shengli suddenly sneered and said, "I knew from the moment the Bird Beak Cauldron was transported to the institute that he wouldn't live long."